tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post4937450426399374632..comments2024-03-04T15:47:04.422-07:00Comments on Somethings I Think About-Annell: The Sunday whirl/Instilled in My Beingannell4http://www.blogger.com/profile/07629830133868270690noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-64520869678534480182015-02-14T07:23:24.837-07:002015-02-14T07:23:24.837-07:00This is so profound ... how often we wish for our ...This is so profound ... how often we wish for our call to be answered ... very heart touching.Amrit Sinhahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08333443172096537424noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-48554721652205518802015-02-10T06:13:02.591-07:002015-02-10T06:13:02.591-07:00Waiting for the return that may never come. Great ...Waiting for the return that may never come. Great poem. Gen Giggles https://www.blogger.com/profile/13744815023509063722noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-33365164222164108982015-02-09T08:25:39.116-07:002015-02-09T08:25:39.116-07:00Only one word came to mind: forlorn, and the deepe...Only one word came to mind: forlorn, and the deepest desire to reach out and hug you,<br /><br />ElizabethAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-9248652645215296812015-02-09T07:01:57.615-07:002015-02-09T07:01:57.615-07:00Calling the name of the loved one, hoping for his ...Calling the name of the loved one, hoping for his return, and knowing that it will not be...the sorrow is overwhelming.Magical Mystical Teacherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01853272111925075994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-85929428226108429612015-02-09T06:45:10.357-07:002015-02-09T06:45:10.357-07:00When the thing we long for is out of reach..or gon...When the thing we long for is out of reach..or gone..the pain is so great...i can hear it..and it should be heard..without question or justificaiton xoJae Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11509244123008832611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-2197033564188512512015-02-08T21:27:12.051-07:002015-02-08T21:27:12.051-07:00Love that format, Annell. Sad, lovely piece.Love that format, Annell. Sad, lovely piece.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-57932294824287211762015-02-08T21:15:14.240-07:002015-02-08T21:15:14.240-07:00Loss, loss clearly envisioned in the empty and bro...Loss, loss clearly envisioned in the empty and broken glass of time. I love late spring, though, when it is clear that something is also gained.Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05723639294340760325noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-45556678958470486582015-02-08T19:19:09.552-07:002015-02-08T19:19:09.552-07:00Just love reading your poems when you lay them lik...Just love reading your poems when you lay them like this. Because I sometime read them going up and down. Always find another poem in it. Cathyhttp://thequietone.net/2015/02/07/new-poem-part-2814/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-52428931888958702992015-02-08T17:31:47.531-07:002015-02-08T17:31:47.531-07:00Wow, you did a lot with a few words, mapping the s...Wow, you did a lot with a few words, mapping the sad journey from the hopefulness of early signs of spring, through heartbreak, and back again to a fragile hope.Rosemary Nissen-Wadehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05913841031559499568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-62465757312598686912015-02-08T17:30:41.648-07:002015-02-08T17:30:41.648-07:00I continue to appreciate the manner with which you...I continue to appreciate the manner with which you work this form, Annell. the message here is emotional and strong; and for likely very different reasons, could be my story. So glad I read you today.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12460881702249079009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-80848465454841598772015-02-08T16:49:42.623-07:002015-02-08T16:49:42.623-07:00Yes, wounds do erupt in grief when we least expect...Yes, wounds do erupt in grief when we least expect it....from that bottomless well of loss that is instilled inside of us.....you have captured this so tangibly!C.C.https://www.blogger.com/profile/16393100446679896378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-55972853077520642222015-02-08T15:57:06.795-07:002015-02-08T15:57:06.795-07:00Your feelings of loss are palpable in this poem. ...Your feelings of loss are palpable in this poem. May your wonderful memories sustain you through difficult times; and may you find comfort in the hope that you will meet again.<br /><br />(I fixed your link.)Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07366010389846904663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-91670227707359476132015-02-08T14:40:24.401-07:002015-02-08T14:40:24.401-07:00Excellent Piece!
ZQ
ps: I had to use the address y...Excellent Piece!<br />ZQ<br />ps: I had to use the address you left in the PUnited section to get here... and I was pleased I did so :-) ZQhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08521836993023109556noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-45422949195005598022015-02-08T14:30:47.909-07:002015-02-08T14:30:47.909-07:00The season bring those reminders of the past.. so ...The season bring those reminders of the past.. so heavy when spring comes with tidings of sorrow... brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-31298832340899393322015-02-08T14:29:48.797-07:002015-02-08T14:29:48.797-07:00i hope that as the season turns new life buds in y...i hope that as the season turns new life buds in you...<br />though this loss is one i imagine you will carry with you over time...<br />though maybe you can begin to see things that remind you of him<br />and make you happy....Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-21966918179703054482015-02-08T14:06:22.470-07:002015-02-08T14:06:22.470-07:00Yes, the beginning of another spring will bring th...Yes, the beginning of another spring will bring that grief begun last springtime. I know that feeling, "hoping you will return." Perhaps hardest of all to bear in springtime.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-41598747045434746132015-02-08T14:03:34.087-07:002015-02-08T14:03:34.087-07:00Such a deep and moving piece Annell--it brought lo...Such a deep and moving piece Annell--it brought loss inside and turned it in my gutAudrey Howitt aka Divaloungerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06854425983822589062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-19750747649555075722015-02-08T13:33:44.814-07:002015-02-08T13:33:44.814-07:00Annell, this brought me to tears. I too noticed th...Annell, this brought me to tears. I too noticed the flowers blooming this week. That is where the opening line from my poem came. In fact, that is the variety of succulent plant I have growing in my yard, "Cinnamon Rose". Everything continues changing and developing while we still grieve. <br /><br />Love,<br />Pamelaflauberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18424439866515694972noreply@blogger.com